Heard at a race track:
"Please do not throw chicken bones
on to the race track"

some are on the front
lines here, others in the john,
"they also serve who
merely shit and watch."

Roller-derby girl
whips up the wall with the snap
of her black sports bra

Barage of haiku
strikes chest. like baby chickens
from tennis ball gun

The haiku I spew
is sometimes poo, sometimes true
always bad haiku

Freedom of structure
is a blessing to us all
each can use his own

Lost a friend today
he was shot. dead. his haiku
was really awful

Surprise, it hits me
stunned to realize haiku
is serious stuff

ap and ash are saying
the same things they must be one
psychopathic shmoo.

how can good poets
be non-personable? it's
the shit smearers who aren't.

oh, and I don't think
McVeigh is really McVeigh.
What's his location?

Boo answers you, too.
I am not anyone but me.
Mox? McVeigh? yuk, NO!

what makes you think... what?
anyone you don't know is
all the same person?

Boo answers you, too.
I am not anyone but me.
Mox? McVeigh? yuk, NO!

what makes you think... what?
anyone you don't know is
all the same person?

Claus Oldenberg sculptures
are just too danged big
even Dubya would smile
I hope

you ask ASL
in the chatworld
and you get bum rushed by some

a real burger
is better with fries
haba daba

still life with bacon
tomato drips mayonaise
somebody feed me

another place said
you're not Christian,
shoot the messenger.

But it is all moods
legalities, poetries, possibilities
beliefs. But beware him

In the Place of Desolation

this is an odd soap opera
these moments of pashion
a literal mind translates slowly

like the Good Book, or Books I
have not read. with so much "chaos"
yet, there is so much to be done

conservative, I don't know what that is
a reflection on the past or the past as future?
this is not always good but
not always evil, but who are you in the office?
Are you here with us now?

Moxie was a tradition
created as a nerve tonic
and became, tastes bad

but acquired tastes
I became Moxie to reflect
I do not give up

But I am not always sweet

I met Alan Jackson last night
not the country singer but
a man by that same name
I did not believe him, Mr. "Classy" here
but at Mic Mac he proved me wrong, and I smiled
For once I smiled

It's Naked Lunch
that's been a bible of mine
it is like St John met
Allen Ginsburg

fish caught on a hook
again, wriggling, will they throw
me back, me torn and wise

recover you joy
toss out that good book moxie
it's driving you mad

feel beauty look out
not at the muggers and filth
just try to have fun

the nosferatu
waiting for the stake of those
who would kill over liberate

What's going on?
Here I am worrying about
net people. You're real

what's the real you like
what is he, what is she?
what are they that felt my stings?

time was on my side
thought I was on top of him
then I rolled over

he has that effect
because he is the master
my heart was pounding

I don't want to be
a part of this place anymore
my choices cost me my happiness

with nothing to say
your eloquence says it all
unsubmittingly

so what would i care ?
more than you could imagine
but less than i could

mentally disturbed
many personalities
none personable

slash back mono lock
up AOL legal up
date NSA dot

Slash, jump, stick, jump, yah!
jump bat slash bird, windmill star
ninja gaiden war!!!

Bundled up and blue
I will sit and wait for you
freezing cold haiku

Quart of motor oil
and squirming black sea otter
in the tub with me

i defer to you
there is no controversy
and it ain't haiku

artful expression
medical phenomenom
laid out here for you

medically speaking
psychiatric perspective
its like a train wreck

look at all of the
characters he created
boo mcveigh others

without quality
lacking qualification
you call that haiku ?

wasting electrons
creating a pile of shit
with little merit

art or artifice
the eye of the beholder
might need some plucking